Mother’s Day used to be a day filled with anguish and hurt. You see, it took us three years to conceive our beautiful, smart, funny little girl. Three years of peeing on sticks, doctor appointments, painful testing, clinical lovemaking, and heartache. There were years of questions from unsuspecting family and friends, temperature taking, research, and tears. Finally there came a diagnosis of “Unexplained Fertility”.
We looked at our options, took a break from trying, and tried to figure out how to finance the next step. Elevated hips, boxers not briefs, sperm counts, blood draws all led no where. I convinced myself that I would be all right, that a trip to Italy and cruising the world with my wonderful husband would possibly be an alternate to a little baby. Watching my husband’s face fall when he saw an Always box in our grocery bags led to tears, arguments, and blame. And finally, a positive test.
This will be my first Mother’s Day. And while I will be celebrating, I will also be thinking of the millions of women out there who are hurting. Because I have been there. I know that ache. And I will offer up a ray of Hope for all of you Mamas-to-be. Hope that you will soon experience your first Mother’s Day. When that happens, I hope that you too take a moment to hope for the next Mom waiting in the wings. Love and baby dust to all of you.